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Long 9 Months
Chapter 7: Where’s the Party?!
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“This is going to be so much fun,” a squealing Naoko stared into the white walls of the classroom as her friends laughed a bit unenthusiastic. They all knew that she had always wanted to throw a Halloween/Birthday party, but her parents hadn’t acceded for the past few years.
They had now. It was to be her 18th birthday, and they had decided that if she hadn’t outgrown her penchant for the otherworldly events at this age, it wasn’t going to happen.
“My parents rented that huge mansion at the edge of town,” Naoko seemed to have broken out of her stupor and started hanging out the official invitations. “That’s so lucky!”
Sakura cringed a bit at the high pitch that last part of her friend’s speech managed to produce. She couldn’t help the shiver that raked through her body as she stared at the elaborate card.
Tomoyo looked at her sympathetically. It was well known throughout the school that Sakura was deadly afraid of the supernatural. She couldn’t stand the idea of ghosts especially. How she’d managed to stay in such good term with Naoko in the past few years was a mystery to many.
A sudden sound of ecstasy came from Tomoyo’s lips as she pressed her invitation to her chest. Sakura wondered what would make her friend smile in such a happy way. She was practically beaming.
“Costume party,” she explained after she realized all of her friends were looking at her in an odd way. They all laughed, knowing that Tomoyo was enamored with making costumes for her friend Sakura.
Sakura wished Syaoran was in the classroom. At least he could put his arms around her and protect her from the way Tomoyo was watching her. She could already see the imaginary tape measure that Tomoyo had with her.
Tomoyo was looking at her, her eyes detailing Sakura’s size for the project she had already made for herself.
If she knew her, Sakura was sure that she would be made a costume worth of a queen. But, she didn’t want something so elaborate, just something simple that would garner Syaoran’s attention for the night.
“Excuse us,” Sakura took her friend by the arm and led her to the doorway of the classroom. If she was to have any say on what Tomoyo was already planning, she had to tell her what couldn’t be done.
“Don’t worry,” Tomoyo said to her as soon as they stepped out of the classroom. “I know I can’t dress you in something fancy at this stage.” Tomoyo knew that Sakura had loved her costumes when they were children, but their styles of what was acceptable had changed somewhat as they had matured.
“Just something simple,” Sakura stressed the word.
“Fine,” different ideas were already scrambling in her mind, her eyes going over the uniform that covered her friend’s body. “I think I’ll make Syaoran and Eriol something as well.”
“Good,” Sakura let out a breath of relief. At least she wouldn’t concentrate on her alone. “Maybe you can make something for us to match.”
“Are you waiting for me?” Syaoran approached the classroom as the girls turned to him. He’d been in a meeting with the soccer team an hour before school started. It was the only time this week that all members could be sure to attend.
“Well,” Sakura pressed herself to his side, standing on her toes to place a quick kiss over his lips as students bustled into the classroom. The warning bell was about to ring. “I haven’t seen you for two whole days.”
Syaoran lifted her slightly from the floor as he winked to Tomoyo. He nodded that the girl seemed to be a bit absentminded. “You did have to visit your grandfather for the weekend.”
“You could have come with me,” Sakura pouted as she felt him draw away from her embrace, although he still kept his hand on hers.
“And leave Meiling alone in the house,” his eyes flashed wildly, his smile still betraying his intent. “Perish the thought.”
“Is he talking about me again?” Meiling popped her head out of the classroom to the group, her eyes narrowed.
“Yep,” he answered unabashed as he walked nonchalantly into the classroom.
“Crazy person,” Meiling said under her breath as she smiled at Sakura.
“What will you wear to the party Meiling?” Sakura asked as she pulled Tomoyo into the classroom.
“I actually have some ceremonial clothes from Hong Kong,” she answered. “I think I’ll wear those.”
“Syaoran probably has some as well,” Sakura said aloud to herself as she took her seat.
“What do I have?” he asked from behind her as he caught his name on the conversation.
“Here,” Sakura slid him their invitation. “I was thinking that you should have your own ceremonial clothes, like Meiling.”
“Mother actually took them when she left,” Syaoran replied as he shook his head. This was such a Naoko thing to do. “I’ll probably have to buy something.”
“I’ll make something for you,” Tomoyo said from her seat as she subtly started sketching ideas.
“We might even match,” Sakura whispered to him. The final bell rang, the teacher closing the classroom door and turning to the topics that were already written over the blackboard.
“That’d be nice.”
There were only a couple of days left before Naoko’s birthday party. All of the student’s were bustling with excitement as Halloween neared bit by bit. There were nothing but talks of the costumes and Naoko’s gushing over the band and decoration she had bought for the occasion.
It wasn’t what was in Meiling’s mind however. There had to be something going on in her cousin’s relationship to have changed his demeanor so much. Meiling was sure of that much. Syaoran had been acting oddly while in Sakura’s presence for the past few weeks.
The stories she’d heard and the little insights she seemed to possess told her that something was definitely not right. Still, who could she ask?
“Taking a break?” Chavela sat beside the girl, her breathing shallow as she let her heart rate decrease with each passing moment.
“Yeah,” Meiling rested herself fully over the grass, slight whimpers and soft cursing came from the field. They were currently running a mile for their physical education. Their teacher seemed to have an uncanny ability to keep all of his students in top form.
Meiling didn’t have to run until the last group was signaled to start. She was waiting for the whistle that would call her.
“Is something bothering you?” Chavela asked as she noted the pensive look her new friend possessed. “Did Ryo do something stupid?” A nagging suspicion came to mind. She knew that her cousin had been subtly making a beeline to getting an official date with the girl, but sometimes signals were misread.
“No,” Meiling quickly shot to his defense. “He’s been wonderful.”
Chavela smiled as she noted the light coloring that sprang to Meiling’s cheeks. “That’s certainly a relief.”
“I’ve noticed that Syaoran has been acting a bit strange of late,” Meiling confided. “He’s always staring into a blank space, with a blank expression as he grimaces.”
“He’s probably worried about something.”
“I have a nagging suspicion that it has something to do with Sakura,” it was good to get things out in the open. Chavela wasn’t someone that had known both of her subjects for many years, but she’d certainly seen them interacting with one another for more time.
Chavela blinked, surprised. It seemed that someone else had actually caught those little glances and grimaces that Syaoran did of late while observing his girlfriend. Sakura in turn would watch him, a questionable glint in her eyes.
“He’s been making a lot of excuses not to be alone with her,” Meiling blushed as she tried to imply what she was actually arriving at. “Even though I’ve offered to be somewhere else for the entire day so that they won’t be interrupted.”
Meiling rolled her eyes in exasperation as she remembered the last time she’d conversed with him. “He even made a lame excuse this weekend to not go with her to her grandfather’s state.”
Meiling turned to her audience. Watching to see if she had any inkling as to what was going on. Something kept nagging at the back of her mind, but without any input or reason, Meiling couldn’t actually arrive to a conclusion.
She saw the small flash that contorted Chavela’s features for a second. “You know something.”
Meiling clearly identified the guilty expression that her friend was currently sporting.
“I think I know what’s bothering Syaoran,” Chavela acceded as Meiling gave her full attention. She tried to explain what she had heard from a conversation between her cousin and Eriol. She also explained a bit of the stance of statutory rape, and what it was actually used for.
Meiling scoffed at the idea. She couldn’t actually believe that this was caused by such a simple thing. How Eriol could have gone so far, knowing that Syaoran took things to heart and not disavow him of the notion, Meiling couldn’t conceive.
“That bastard,” still, she couldn’t help but laugh at the ingenuity of the idea. Such a simple thing would clearly disrupt Syaoran’s plans for the incoming months. She hadn’t actually gotten a full description, but by what Sakura had told her, she and Syaoran had gone quite far on their intimacies.
She couldn’t actually believe that they had such a healthy sex life. Maybe it was the fact that she’d spent the last two years in another country, but she started seeing Syaoran in a completely different light.
It wasn’t a bad light either.
“I actually think that Eriol’s been trying to fess up since Tomoyo’s birthday,” Chavela told Meiling as the teacher blew the whistle for the last group to come forward. “He just hasn’t been successful.”
“He’s probably scared, and with good reason,” Meiling could clearly remember the last time the guys had been at odds. With Syaoran’s temper running hot and Eriol not giving an inch. It had been a nightmare.
“Sakura suspects something,” Meiling said to Chavela as she walked to the others. “We’ll have to think of something. Eriol can’t just keep stringing this on while Syaoran agonizes over it.”
“I’ll drive you home today,” Chavela offered. “We can stay after school and think or something.”
“Great,” Meiling took deep breaths as she joined the line of runners. This wasn’t her strong point, at least consistency in her speed. She remembered some advice Wei, Syaoran’s butler, had given her many years before when she had tried to increase her endurance while running.
The whistle sprung them all into action.
Sakura entered the room, her hand immediately covering her mouth so that the laugh that wanted so desperately to escape couldn’t. It was a sight to see.
Eriol stood on a settee while Tomoyo carefully measured his figure. The tape was currently making rounds through his thighs, coming over his knees.
Sakura managed to lean against the door to see the sight, while not letting them know of her presence.
“Shouldn’t you know those by heart by now?” Eriol asked, a bit of exasperation in his tone as glared at his girlfriend. He had consented to letting her poke at each part of his body for the costume, but this was ridiculous.
He’d already been fitted so many times already. He’d even already worn the product while it had been in its final stages.
Tomoyo pressed her teeth to his calf, making sure her teeth wouldn’t leave a mark. She delighted over his surprise. “Stop squirming.”
Eriol smiled mischievously, his hand rounding to her back. He was in the perfect position to cop a fill as she leaned to his naked feet. His mind wandered to why she hadn’t asked him to get naked. It was probably because he would have taken the chance to interrupt her measuring and taken a bit of a respite in between the sheets.
Still, he couldn’t help but get excited over her position.
Trying to catch her by surprise, he let his hand hover over her butt as she muttered another measurement to herself. The element of surprise would most likely be in his favor.
The skirt she was wearing came to an inch above her knees. In the position she was in at the moment, it was currently riding over her ass, her panties flashing to his eager observation.
Tomoyo squealed, surprised and a bit excited, as Eriol placed his hand over her butt. It was moving at an incredible speed to the inside of her panties. She straightened, trying to escape his embrace, but found his other hand around her neck.
He pulled her to his body, pressing her completely over his profile. “You shouldn’t entice me if you don’t want me to deliver,” he whispered to her ear as he started nibbling on it.
Eriol felt his arousal deepening as she arched toward his touch. He moved his hand from her thighs, toward the front of her skirt. He sneaked his hand inside, grinding his palm against her center.
He chuckled as he felt the fast beating of her heart as his fingertips cruised over her navel.
“I have to get Sakura’s costume ready,” Tomoyo resisted, her hands lightly pushing against his hard frame. She groaned as his lips came in contact with her collarbone. Eriol felt her lean completely against him, signaling a defeat. He took the chance to use his other hand to unbutton the blouse she was wearing.
His tongue lavished each little inch of her neck as she tried to turn to him. Her left hand wandered from her side to his body, making a trek from the middle of his torso to his erection.
Sakura’s eyes widened as her thoughts started to process what had just happened in the last minute. She clearly had to do something before she became a full blown voyageur. It was one thing to know her friend had a sex life, it was quite another to have them both come naked and throw themselves over the bed before her own eyes.
She cleared her throat, finding it a bit hoarse and dry. She was growing excited. She didn’t know what shocked her more. Seeing her best friend touch her boyfriend in such an intimate way, or the fact that her sensations were heightening.
The light pulsing sensation she always felt when she started to feel the usual stimulation that preceded her own musings with Syaoran. It was too much.
“Not to wreak the mood or anything guys, but unless you want an audience, I would stop right there,” Sakura laughed as Tomoyo squealed and wrangled herself from Eriol’s arms. She was trying putting her blouse to rights as Eriol just looked at the intruded unabashedly.
“Nice timing,” he answered, his thoughts on the intrusion quite clear. “You could have just closed the door and returned later.”
“Eriol!” Tomoyo exclaimed, embarrassment clearly present. Tomoyo smiled apologetically at Sakura on Eriol’s behalf. She hit him quite forcefully on his arm for his comment.
“What?” he rubbed his arm lightly, a wince present over his face as Tomoyo glared at him. It astounded him how she could look so unaffected by what had just transpired. He shook his head, the opportunity clearly lost, and started pulling on his pants and t-shirt.
“Sorry Eriol,” Sakura truly looked apologetically at him. Even if she hadn’t been able to enjoy herself with her own little boy toy, she knew that others continued to have a healthy sex life. Especially Eriol and his own base desires. He heard enough of their escapades when Tomoyo was in the mood to share to know that he was very adventurous.
Her resentment took root. It had been over three months since Syaoran and she had done the deed. He’d been able to get her to experience orgasms as he touched her, but she hadn’t felt him inside her for quite some time.
Okay, so she was a bit obsessed with sex. So sue her. She was a teenager with overflowing hormones and a boyfriend that most girls would kill for. But, he hadn’t even done that for over a month.
Sakura wasn’t stupid. Far from it. She knew what to look for to see things as clear as day. Something was bothering Syaoran enough so that he felt constrained every time she put her arms around him.
She could still feel the hammering of his heart as their closeness got their blood pumping. But, he was putting an invisible wall between them.
Her eyes narrowed. She’d been pondering over involving Eriol in any way in this, but if it was something that Syaoran didn’t want to discuss with her, then he had done so with him. A bond between friends wasn’t that easy to break.
“Don’t pay any attention to me,” Eriol said as Tomoyo started fussing over Sakura’s costume. It was by far one of the simplest designs she had ever made, and today was the final fitting.
“You could leave while she changes, you know,” Tomoyo rolled her eyes as she pushed him toward the door. “Go get us something to drink.”
Eriol groaned as she shut the door over his face. He leaned against it, a tick present bellow his right eye. It was a good thing that Sakura had spaced out a bit, or he would have given her an eyeful.
He shifted over his feet, adjusting his pants over his figure as he tried to calm down his strung body. Hopefully the fitting would be over with quick so that he could have Tomoyo all to himself.
He brought up a tray filled with cookies and milk. It was such a little kid’s treat that he couldn’t help but laugh out loud. It was one of Tomoyo’s favorite snacks during the afternoon though, and he wanted to get himself in her good graces.
He opened the door, little by little. He truly didn’t want to see a piece of Sakura’s body that he wasn’t meant to see. If Syaoran ever found out that Eriol had been ‘spying’ on his girlfriend, there would be hell to pay.
He stopped, his eyes taking in each little detail. Tomoyo was admiring her work as Sakura examined the piece of clothing she had just put on.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Tomoyo asked as she took a cookie from the tray.
Eriol examined from front to back, impressed at the sight. It was such a simple design, with such subtle colors. He grinned as he agreed with Tomoyo’s statement. “Syaoran’s eyes are going to pop out of his head.”
Sakura folded her arms over her chest as she tried to discern his meaning. Eriol merely grinned as he shook his head. “Your left side.” He gave her a clue.
Sakura cursed, her eyes flashing a bit as she placed her hand over it.
“Tomoyo,” she knew it sounded like a whine, but darn it, it was too much.
“What?” She asked innocently as she popped a second cookie into her mouth.
“That’s a bit too much,” Sakura said as she placed her fingers to her side as a measurement. Four of her fingers barely covered the side.
“Its fine,” Tomoyo reassured her as she came forward to adjust the straps that held the upper piece to her shoulders.
Eriol whistled, taking a cookie and taking a bite.
“I did tell you it was going to have a slit,” Sakura recalled the little comments that Tomoyo had provided in the course of the last week as she showed her the material she was going to work with. She’d been so distracted with her problems that she’d just nodded and grunted at the appropriate times.
Sakura resigned herself to be poked at. She just didn’t care about it at the moment. Tomoyo still had to finish the last things for Syaoran’s own clothing. She couldn’t really try to make adjustments now and have some free time to herself.
“Syaoran’s going to trip over himself every time he sees her,” Eriol chuckled as Sakura sent him a glare.
“At least he’ll be watching,” she muttered under her breath as she turned to the full body mirror. It almost took her breath away.
“Uh, oh,” Eriol clicked his tongue. “Do I sense trouble in paradise?” His smile disappeared as he saw Sakura’s expression through the mirror.
“Oh,” Sakura turned abruptly. She walked to Eriol, the skirt swishing madly as she rapidly came to a stop. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
“What do you mean?” Eriol prodded.
“Syaoran’s been avoiding me lately,” Sakura proceeded to list the different times the last month that he had cancelled a date, or an outing alone. “He watches me with this expression, while he thinks that I don’t notice it.”
“He’s probably thinking,” Tomoyo offered as she took the accessories she had made for the costume and continued to fix them on Sakura’s person.
“He hasn’t kissed me in over a week!” The exclamation silenced the room. Eriol kept his eyes on Sakura as his mind raced. He’d been trying to find the right time to tell his friend the truth. He’d been interrupted many times by his own conscious and self preservation.
“Has he told you anything?” Sakura seemed to have regained control over her emotions as she asked the question. It looked like Syaoran hadn’t confided on Eriol after all.
“No,” Eriol answered, a bit of guilt coming over his thoughts. He shouldn’t have let it go over the first week that it had happened. “But I’ll talk to him.”
“Eriol will figure it out,” Tomoyo affirmed as she took Sakura’s worries from herself. It was time to focus on something else.
Eriol promised himself that the next time he would see his cousin; he would tell him the truth. He could still hear Syaoran’s voice in his mind from when they had conversed over the roof. He’d sounded desperate and desolate. Who knew that such a thing would have an effect that progressing on a person?
He just hoped that he could survive the punch that Syaoran would surely throw after he came clean.
Sakura tried to straighten the skirt as Meiling, Tomoyo and Chavela put on their makeup and their accessories. She still couldn’t get her mind to wrap over the fact that she was actually going to wear this thing to a party.
“Did you see Eriol?” Meiling giggled as she pulled Chavela’s hair into a simple style.
“That staff is mighty long, and hard,” they burst into laughter as Tomoyo rolled her eyes over the scene.
“Where did you get the idea to set him up as a wizard?” Meiling asked as she lightly brushed a bit of moisture from her eyes with her fingers. She was never going to let Eriol live this down.
“It fit his character real well,” Tomoyo replied.
“But, the robe, the cape…” Chavela recalled each detail of the costume. It looked like a complicated design of sashes and layers. Tomoyo had combined the dark and light hues of the color blue to accentuate each part. She’d also used the color yellow and designed the rays of the sun that were at the top of the heavy costume.
“The hat,” Meiling shrieked as she burst out laughing once again.
“He almost balked at wearing it,” Tomoyo recounted. “But he decided to after a bit of blackmailing.”
“On his or your part?” Chavela asked, really interested in the answer.
“A bit of both.” Tomoyo left it at that as she placed the final touches over her hair.
“I hope there are a lot of pictures taken,” Meiling said rather mischievously. “I have so many people to send pictures to.”
“I’m sure there will be,” Sakura answered as she turned to the side to see the back of her body.
The boys looked at each other’s clothing while they waited. Eriol had already taken all of the ribbing he was going to take from his friend’s, changing the subject greatly to their own devices.
“I wonder what has come over Tomoyo,” Ryo observed as he glanced at both Syaoran’s and Eriol’s clothing. “She seems to have gone for capes.” He looked down to his simple samurai sash and the wooden sword he’d taken from his uncle’s dojo.
Syaoran shrugged his shoulders as he placed his hands inside the pockets of his cargo pants. Tomoyo had truly gone for simple in him. But then, having to deal with the complicated design of Eriol’s own clothing must have swapped her of all the energy to comprise something else for him. He was also sure that Sakura had told her not to go too far when designing their clothing.
“Doesn’t this remind you of something?” Yahiko placed his hand at his temple as he inspected Syaoran’s clothes. Each pieced was gone over before he could finally recall what he remembered.
“There was this anime series around three years ago,” he explained as enthusiasm filled his voice. “This is the costume that the main character wore throughout the series.”
“Tsubasa Chronicles, wasn’t it?” Ryo asked as he connected the pieces of goggles that held Syaoran’s cape to his shoulders.
“I’m sure that everyone will know it,” Yahiko nodded. “It was really popular.”
“It still is.”
“So, any particular reason you’re going as Batman?” Eriol asked Yahiko as Syaoran impatiently walked to the start of the stairs.
“Chavela decided to go as Wonder Woman,” Yahiko then continued to elaborate as they just continued to watch him for further explanation. “There’s such a thing as Justice League Unlimited.”
“Oh,” the guys nodded as they remembered the relationship that seemed to be budding between the characters in that rendition of the popular hero. “That was good.” Yahiko accepted their praises.
“Finally,” the guys turned toward the stairs as Syaoran talked. Meiling was the first to come down, giving him a subtle look before setting herself beside her date.
“You look beautiful,” Ryo said to her as the other guys quickly agreed. She motioned to Syaoran as the other girls came into the staircase. She didn’t want any of them to miss this.
Tomoyo lightly pushed Sakura into the light. Chavela flanked her to her right, waving excitedly to those who waited bellow.
Syaoran froze. His lungs seized breathing as his heartbeat speed to such lengths, that he was sure he’d have a coronary right then and there.
He started at the bottom. Her feet were encased in white opened sandals, that glittered on the light. The sandals were also heels, light patterns of crossings going over her leg. The white skirt she wore came to bellow her knees, the gold thread and light pattern of roses flashing with each step she took forward.
A light yellow sash held the material against her lower hips, falling at the precise place her hipbone protruded. Her hands were placed at a lone piece of white fabric that started from the middle to simply hang before her. His mind tried to come over the fact that her stomach was bare.
The top, if you could call it that, was almost nonexistent. It looked more like a bra than anything else.
The curves of her breasts were accentuated as the very soft material comforted to her form. Around two inches of fabric was bellow them, covering her ribs. The upper part was another thing completely. The cup of her breasts was clearly visible, long strings coming to her collarbone to go to her back. A second set of straps came from those to fall over the turn of her shoulder.
“You did a wonderful job,” Eriol whispered to Tomoyo as he started leading the others to the door. The car that would be taking them all to the party was parked and waiting over the drive.
“Thanks,” she murmured as she looked back. Sakura had started walking down the stairs, while Syaoran continued in his trance.
“I’m going to need a coat,” she said to him while she lowered to the two steps that would set her beside him.
Syaoran nodded numbly, a loss of his muscles and body screaming in his mind. “What are you supposed to be?”
It was said so low, that Sakura was amazed that she actually heard it. “I’m a nymph.”
Syaoran’s eyes came to her face. He seemed startled by her response.
“One of those mythological creatures of the Greeks and Romans.” She decided to go for broke. She did a pirouette, letting the skirt wade and fall where it may. She felt a spur of satisfaction as she saw his eyes pop. He seemed entranced by the fact that her whole leg was completely exposed.
Sakura had persuaded Tomoyo to add at least two crossing straps to the bare side, knowing that it would be the only way to keep at least some of her modesty.
Syaoran tried to swallow the huge lump he felt forming inside his throat. It didn’t seem to work. He couldn’t take his eyes off her silken skin, his mind replaying the small flash of her white panties. “What do you think? Do I look good in it?” Syaoran’s mind switched gears finally. His breathing returned, albeit a bit slower than what was needed to support his blood flow.
“You look splendid,” he brought his hand over his mouth as he coughed. A bit of his saliva had gone the wrong way when he’d tried to articulate some sort of response.
“Good,” she answered, a brilliant smile at her lips. She took his hand on hers and pulled him toward the front door and their awaiting friends.
Syaoran’s insides froze for a second, the spiraling fire he’d felt stoking inside his body cooling for a fraction of a second. That smile had promised trouble.
It was completely full. There were people and more people littering the whole place. It seemed that other places had lacked entertainment value.
It seemed to the new arrivals that everyone in their school had decided to come to the birthday party. They all soon separated into smaller groups as they stopped to chat in the different groups that had already formed.
Syaoran kept part of his cape around Sakura’s shoulders on the whole trip to the place. It really was a very cool outfit to be wearing for that time of the year. When they’d stepped into the building, they’d been barraged by the warm air the heater of the house feed into the rooms. Also, all of the bodies of all of those peoples were generating their own air, their numbers still increasing.
Still, he couldn’t make himself. He couldn’t let his hand drop, letting all of the other guests to see he delectable outfit his girlfriend was wearing. He was jealous of phantoms, he realized. He couldn’t stomach the fact that as soon as the other males in her vicinity saw her, they would be undressing her with their eyes.
“There she is,” Tomoyo squealed as she took Sakura’s hand and pulled her to the dancing couples. Naoko was at the edge of the floor completely immersed in her boyfriend’s arms.
Syaoran felt her slip from his grasp, the warmth of her body and presence vanish as if in smoke while he stood with Eriol by his side. He gulped, quite audibly, as Sakura bounded in her usually unchecked energy to her friend. He hadn’t actually seen the impact of the outfit from behind.
If he could focus enough, he could make out the faint line that revealed the outline of her underwear.
“Those flowers were a stroke of genius,” Eriol commented as Syaoran’s gaze was inadvertedly drawn to them. They were interlaced in Sakura’s hair, making a crown worth of a queen. There was also a small chain of them around her left ankle, teasing the gazes of those who watched as they disappeared and appeared as her skirt moved with each movement.
“It definitely was,” Syaoran couldn’t help but stare at her. She was laughing as Naoko introduced her and Tomoyo to her boyfriend. She was the sprite that had come awake as if by a dream. She was his own personal goddess.
“You should keep her busy before someone snaps her up,” Meiling prodded her cousin with her elbow lightly as she and Ryo joined them. She had her own gift to give to her new friend, and her own mischief to be played. Syaoran’s eyes narrowed as he watched all of the people that surrounded them.
“Or maybe not,” Yahiko said as he walked into the group. “I’ve already secured the privilege of her company,” he winked to his friend before sprinting into action. He knew what his part of the plan was going to be, and even though he knew his friend was staring daggers into his back, he had other things to think about. Like his reward for being a good helper in this scheme.
The others watched silently as time slipped by and Sakura was asked again and again into the dance floor as Syaoran’s friends kept him occupied.
His patience was growing thin. He would soon explode if he found any of them in his way the next time he tried to get a hold of Sakura. He couldn’t quite get over the fact that she seemed to be enjoying the attention that the other guys were giving her. She glanced his way every so often, a smile at her face. She hadn’t even tried to go over to his side.
There was a green monster growing in Syaoran’s belly, his temper flaring as he saw the last one in the long line of guys place his hand over her hip. It may have been a trick of the light, but he could have swore that his fingers had been lightly stroking Sakura’s exposed skin.
His own fingers itched to place themselves over the guys throat as he squeezed at tight as he could. The girls looked at one another, seeing that Syaoran had reached his limit and contemplating moving on to the other phase.
This was all for Sakura’s sake. She’d had as much doing in this as each of them. It was true that Chavela had conceived the notion, while the others prepared for the little things that had to be prepared for the night.
Tomoyo took Eriol’s hand, the only person in their group that had no clue as to what was going on, and dragged him to the floor. The very low but feral growl she’d caught from Syaoran the last minute or so was enough. Phase one was a complete success.
As she swept into an embrace, she gave her signal to Sakura, whom graciously inclined her head. She stilled herself for what was to come, her mind already made up. In subtle motions, she started leading her partner to the other side of the dance floor.
She wanted to grimace though, as the hold her partner had over her waist was getting pretty uncomfortable. She separated herself soon after, professing a need for the facilities and slipped away. Instead of following the signs, she slipped toward the back stairs.
This was a huge mansion that Naoko’s parent’s had rented for the night. Only the first floor was being used for it, the other floors being restricted to the party goers. It was the perfect place for what she needed to do.
“I hope he has enough sense to follow me,” Sakura muttered under her breath as she walked into the first door that appeared, relieved to find herself on the bathroom they had told her about.
Sakura stared at herself in the mirror, making sure that everything was in the correct places. She picked the ruby colored lipstick that one of the girls had left for her, applying it to her dry lips. The color added a splash of warmth to her face, transforming her face. It gave her the look she was going for.
“Sakura,” she heard him call out her name. The door to the bathroom slowly opened, revealing Syaoran against the low lightning that was scattered through the hallway. “What are you doing up here?”
“I needed to use the bathroom,” she said, making sure that he saw the tube of lipstick she still had in her hands. They ploy had been successful. His eyes had narrowed on the seemingly offensive object.
“You haven’t stopped dancing tonight,” she could hear a slight tone of reprobation in his speech.
“I’ve been asked to dance,” she threw back, as if explaining her absence in his mind. “You haven’t asked me.”
“I didn’t think you needed another partner for the night since you seemed to be having such a swell time letting those other guys pawn you,” he felt a sense of dread rise within him as he heard her gasp.
He could clearly see as she tried to rein in her temper. “Then maybe now you know how I’ve been feeling for the past few weeks,” Sakura balled her hands to her side as she stared at him defiantly. “You keep distancing yourself from me while all I can do is watch helplessly as you move away.”
Syaoran flinched. It was the truth. He had enough trouble dealing with the thoughts that kept intruding at the most importune times while he tried to keep himself sane at the same time. He’d found that by avoiding Sakura, the source of the problem, he could find a relief to the stupid panic attacks that kept assailing him.
He knew he’d been a coward. He hadn’t been able to help himself though. He had decided to take the easy way out, not bothering to see how Sakura was reacting to his plans.
“Sakura,” he tried to explain, the words becoming stuck in his throat, his mind filled with explanations and apologies that he couldn’t articulate.
“Save it,” she finally said as she stood before him waiting for the explanation that he couldn’t supply. She’d had enough of this. Taking a decisive step, she moved around him to reach for the door. She had given him the chance to talk, but he’d clearly decided to keep his troubles to himself.
“No,” he shouted, his hand grasping hers before they could reach around him and to freedom.
Sakura stopped her steps. She knew that if she really pulled away, he would let her go. He was that sort of guy. “Why don’t you kiss me anymore?” She decided to start with a front assault. If she surprised him enough, she might be able to at least get a glimpse of what was occurring with her relationship with Syaoran.
“Why do you flinch every time my hands settle anywhere near your body?” She saw the response as the telltale sign came when her free hand settled against his cheek. She felt the building of shallow breaths, and the quickening of his heart beat as his chest rose and fell with an increasing tempo.
She looked down, as her hands traced the outline of his jaw as his hand gripped hers harder. He was wearing very heavy cargo pants, which weren’t completely tailored to his form. Still, her searching eyes could see that his penis was hardening. She could still register the signs he showed when he grew aroused by her touch.
“I know I still excite you,” she mocked him as she pushed herself against his body, her lower body coming in complete contact with hers. “So why is it that you run away when I try to satisfy you and myself.” The accusation was clearly made.
It was now more on his own court than hers. Syaoran’s eyes bore into hers as he licked his lips. They tingled in anticipation, his mind growing numb as he felt her ground herself deeper and harder against his own body. The challenge had been posed. He could either go forward or retreat. Retreat meant defeat, which also meant a drastic hole would form and fill in between them. He saw it clearly in her expression.
Nothing could take over the fact that he desired her. He wanted to immerse himself in her essence for all time. He wanted to hear and shout to the world that he loved her, that he wanted her, that he wanted to own her. There was a primal breaking point that snapped as she pressed her face to his side, going on her tiptoes to murmur in his ear.
“Kiss me,” she said as her free hand clung to his shoulder. “Make me believe that the last few weeks have been a nightmare of my own doing.”
Impulses took over. His mind went blank, the only thing present was the knowledge that he needed her desperately. If he let her go, she would disappear as the nymphs that had predominated the Greek Mythology.
His lips sang as they felt and probed the lips of his beloved. It truly had been too much time. Sakura wasn’t going to let herself be taken completely, she took as much as she took.
Their groans of pleasure filled the enclosed space as their tongues enticed and fueled the fires that were infirming inside their bodies.
Sakura felt the pull in her lower abdomen, the pulsing sensation growing as Syaoran ran his hands through her hair, forcibly taking part of her crown, the flowers littering the floor as they silently gave away.
Sakura let her fingers wander over the clasp of the cape. She almost grinned in satisfaction as she felt it give away beneath her fingers and falling to the floor. Her hands wandered to his pants, pulling the turtleneck sweater from its hold and slipping them to touch his skin.
Syaoran felt as if he was being scalded. Her fingers left a path of fire and sensation that fueled his desire for her touch in the most intimate way. He’d been getting sick of comforting himself those hours of the night when he’d imagine she would touch him like this.
She was pulling him down, she needed an anchor to keep her standing as his hand slipped in between the fold of her skirt and arduously stroked her over the fabric of her panties. His other hand set bellow her ass, carrying her to the sink, where he sat her as he settled in between her legs.
Sakura felt the material of her skirt around her waist, a crisp air sending shivers over her uncovered legs. Syaoran pulled her in for another kiss as his warm hands tormented the inside of her thighs. Sakura pulled him closer, wanting to loose herself to their kiss.
Syaoran let his mouth trickle kisses to her collarbone, his hands slipping away the straps of fabric that were between him and her breasts. The material gave away, slipping through the desired places and leaving her bare to his sight.
He ran his tongue from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts. He circled it, kissing under the mound and over it, his lips never leaving her skin. His breath fell over each path he took, further fueling the desire and intensity of his kiss.
His mouth settle over her nipple, suckling sweetly, teeth lightly grazing it as it hardened under his ministrations. He grinned as his fingers felt the dampened fabric of her panties.
Sakura writhed against him, her legs separating slightly as she felt his fingers touch her intimately. “I love you Sakura,” he told her, his eyes burning into hers as his fingers entered her fully. He tried to put as much of his feelings in that single phrase. There was nothing else that he could articulate that would actually show the emotions that were raging inside of his heart. It had been such an abrupt action that she almost exploded with the onslaught of sensation that spread inside of her.
It had been too long.
“I love you too,” she said sincerely, a bit of moisture coming to her eyes as he filled her with his fingers and brought her close to the edge. No matter what happened, she was sure that wouldn't change. The burning fire within her just kept building and building, an inferno coursing through her body with his intimate touch.
She wanted him inside of her.
With that resolve, Sakura lead her hands to his pants. She didn’t wait for the buttons, she just unzipped the zipper, her hands slipping inside to cradle him. His hard length bobbed inside of her palm, her fingers carefully moving from the base of his erection to the tip. She let her index finger circle the head of it, spreading the light liquid that had already coated his tip.
She knew it droved him crazy.
“I don’t want to wait Sakura,” he said to her as he quickly slipped he panties she’d been wearing which would only be in her way.
“I don’t want to either,” she informed him as she led his erection to her opening. She groaned in delight as he started to fill her. That’s what she’d missed the most. She was addicted to his touch, and to his warmth.
Syaoran held her, his arms around her back to keep her in pace as he entered her completely in a swift motion. They both saw stars behind their eyes. Sakura fell on him, her head leaning against the crook of his neck as she shifted to bring him closer.
Syaoran withdrew from her opening, quickly filling her again. Their ragged breaths were heard to their pounding ears. They panted heavily, their mouths seeking a refuge in each other’s lips as she wrapped her legs around his torso.
He quickened their pace, his thrusts coming in shorter times, while their eyes drank each of their reactions to their intimacy.
“Syaoran,” Sakura didn’t know from where she got enough strength to make her vocal cords work. Syaoran heard her pleading tone as he tried to bring them over to completion.
He was going to burst at anytime. He couldn’t control his body. One of his hands came between them, brushing over the patch of hair that covered her and finding what would bring her closer to completion.
Sakura drowned her shout into his turtleneck, her hands around his neck falling lifelessly and tired. Her contractions were too much. Sweet release had come. He spilled himself inside of her, carrying with him the desire he’d been harboring for months now.
They kept themselves to the position, not sure that any movement would be supported by their bodies. Syaoran couldn’t feel his legs, wondering what invisible power was holding him upright as the feeling of bliss dissipated and his senses started to return to normal.
“That was wonderful lover,” she whispered as she pulled away. She felt him withdraw, still a bit unsettled over his feet. “But we’re not through yet.”
With a burst of energy, Sakura pulled his turtleneck over his neck and threw it to the pool of clothing that was currently adorning the floor. She unlaced the mechanism of her own blouse and set it carefully over the sink with the skirt.
She stood completely naked, while Syaoran tried to regain more of his body while he drank in the sight she represented. She carefully led him to the pool of fabrics over the floor and settled herself over him.
“We’ve barely begun,” with that statement, she kissed him, her hands roving over his most sensitive areas to get him going once again. She was going to dry him out and drive him mad. Maybe then she would be satisfied with the results of her seduction.
Sakura slipped from Syaoran’s arms. She took the hand that was thrown over her waist, which brought her close to his side and moved away. Nothing had disturbed his slumber for the past few minutes. He had to be exhausted.
She had accomplished what she’d wanted. She stayed there staring at his face though. He was leaning against his other arm, using it as a pillow as soft snores came from his slightly parted mouth. He looked like a fallen angel.
She couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward, placing a light kiss over his forehead, brushing away the locks of hair and letting her fingers caress the side of his cheek.
She didn’t know why she so desperately wanted to cry.
Wanting to leave before she did something to wake him, she stood. Her legs were a bit wobbly, muscles and skin in her inner thighs tender to the effort. She walked, her hands against the sink for a second for support as she started to pull on her clothing.
She looked down, wondering how the hell the flower bracelet that Tomoyo had made for her had remained unscathed to all the things that had just occurred. She spied around the room for her underwear. She slipped it on, noticing that it was still a bit damp from her earlier play with Syaoran.
It didn’t matter, she’d cope with it. It wasn’t like she was going to stay at the party anyways. It was late enough to warrant a goodbye from the hostess and slip away to her own sanctuary.
Her breasts were still tender, a trail of red hues invading her skin around her throat and stomach that would surely betray what had just happened. Syaoran had taken to devour her the second time around when she had given him access to it all.
She waited until she was at the closed door, looked back to Syaoran’s sleeping form and closed it. She’d managed to cover him a bit with some blankets her friends had left behind.
Sakura put on her shoes, the heels resounding against the stairs as she started down. She placed Syaoran’s cape over herself, her outfit obscured to the eyes of those that noticed her arrival. She made a beeline to Naoko, professed her goodbyes and searched for her ride home.
“You ready?” Sakura asked as Chavela and Yahiko nodded.
“I just need to get the keys to my car from Tomoyo,” they all walked to the couple that was currently dancing, leaving a very confused Eriol in their wake.
“Why is Sakura leaving?” he asked as he searched the room for Syaoran. He couldn’t find any little sign that his cousin was anywhere near his girlfriend.
“She may have had enough,” Tomoyo replied. She brought him down, whispering to his ear. “And you have a lot of explaining to do.” Eriol’s eyes widened as Tomoyo proceeded to tell him in how much trouble he was at the moment because of his big and mischievous mouth.
The group composed of Chavela, Sakura and Yahiko slipped toward the parking area. Amazed at the number of cars still present. They spotted Chavela’s car, driving away from the sounds of party and merriment that clung to the atmosphere.
“This is not trouble, right?” Sakura didn’t want to ruin her own friend’s date. She knew how long it had taken for Chavela to accept Yahiko’s winning, in how she had placed it.
“I need to pick up my brothers from their friends’ house,” Yahiko said from the passenger seat as Chavela quietly drove. “And Chavela had to be home before two in the morning.
She scoffed, a light smile at her lips. “I don’t know why my parents actually made me stick to a curfew on a Friday night.”
“Probably because they know that you’re out on a date and not in your usual haunts,” Yahiko smiled in return as he fingered the Wonder Woman crown she had given him two hours into the party for safekeeping.
The rest of the ride continued in silence. Sakura said her goodnights as the car drove away. She hoped the side door was unlocked, although that probably meant that someone was waiting up for her.
She didn’t want them to see her in much detail. Draping the cape closer to her figure, she entered the house and silently crept to the stairs. She felt so exhausted and drained out she was sure to fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The low drone of the television averted her plan somewhat. She glanced into the living room, finding her brother and Yukito dozing as the television’s light reflection filled the darkened room.
Sakura bit her lower lip as she took in the picture they made. Touya had one of his arms over Yukito’s shoulder as he rested comfortably against his shoulder. It never ceased to amaze her just how in synch and perfect they were for one another.
She turned to the stair, a painful emotion gripping her heart as she went to her haven.
“Sakura’s home,” Touya said to his companion as he heard her door close on the second floor.
“That’s good,” Yukito replied as he brought his hand to his eyes. He rubbed them lightly, as they accustomed themselves to the low light that was around the room.
“She wasn’t smiling,” the statement brought Yukito’s yawn to a stop as he turned to his friend. “Something happened.” There was an underlying hardness to his voice.
Yukito couldn’t help but smile at that response. Touya was slipping into his big brother’s shoes quite easily. He’d never be able to get over the fact that Sakura was younger than him, and therefore in need of protection from life’s little blunders.
“I’m sure it was that kid,” Yukito almost hung his head in defeat at the statement. Touya was never going to forgive Syaoran from stealing his little sister’s attention from him it seemed.
“You’ll deal with it tomorrow,” Yukito stood from the sofa and took Touya’s hands in his. “And only if she wants to talk about it.” He warned as darkness filled the room.
“Yeah, yeah,” they walked up the stairs, pass Sakura’s room and entered their destination. It was late enough to warrant a good sleep. Tomorrow was another day.
XOXO -- End Chapter
No, I will not leave it like this. Thank you for reading. The next chapter is actually going to start at the end of the party, Syaoran finding himself abandoned on the upstairs bathroom and a bit disoriented.
For those who might be confused. Yes, Meiling decided to tell Sakura of what was going on, who in turn devised a way to bring Syaoran to his knees. The only one who wasn’t in one it was Eriol, whom Tomoyo is about to set free to explain to Syaoran what the hell just happened in the past few months. And well, I don’t want to say anymore or it’ll spoil the whole chapter that hasn’t even been written.
Chapter 8: Where’s the Bastard!?
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